by Aran Ashe
Shardlan drew Leah's shaking body upright. 'Stand open and still,' he told her, his eyes burning with excitement at her nearness to coming. She so wanted to be kissed and held, but the only point of contact was that cruel slippery bodkin – twirled, then gently withdrawn and pushed back into her body, repeatedly opening and closing the tiny muscle, stimulating it until her tongue thrust out and her climax came in shudders and groans, wetting his taunting fingers with unstoppable squirts of pee.
And with her dripping body now helplessly slumped against her master, an anguished cry beside her signalled the wringing of ejaculate from the next slave in line. Ulline was capturing it in a small gilded goblet.
'Quickly,' said Shardlan. 'Put it to her lips. Let me see her drink.'
It was warm, glutinous and powerfully aromatic. It flowed as a single large coalesced globule. Leah sucked it up, holding it proudly in her mouth before swallowing as she watched her master. Her tongue was coated; her lips were sticky. Her master's response was to press the bead on its fine gold shaft gently deeper into her. When she moaned again he murmured: 'Hush,' kissed her quaking breasts and thrust the love-bead to the limit. She felt his fingers seeking her anus, opening it, making it an acute accomplice to her second pleasuring. Leah finally slumped against him, his fingers up inside her bottom, his thumb inside her sex, her tongue poking out and her contractions tugging upon that little instrument of luscious sexual torture threaded up inside her.
Ulline said: 'You can wash her down in the fountain.'
Shardlan answered: 'But who would want to sluice the perfume from so perfect a flower in open bloom?' With that, he carried Leah off through the gardens, leaving Sara to take Leah's place with the slaves and Ulline.
The pathways twined amongst braided rills, small cascades and broad pools with ornate fountains. Little groups of masters and female slaves were everywhere. In the grottos and secluded clearings, girls were being tied to trees and held in common; sexual whippings were being administered; girls were being mated with statues. Shardlan directed Leah to one such place of statues. There were eight or ten masters, three girls and several servants. The place was torch-lit; there were braziers and some tables and chairs. Shardlan set Leah down and took a chair for himself. The servants brought him a tray of delicacies and drink and asked if anything more was wanted. He said: 'Minted water – a large flagon, with a touch of bitters – very weak.' Then he turned to Leah. 'The water is for you to drink while I savour my wine and play with you. Come here.'
He began directly, obsessively, exploring between her legs, between the outer lips, between the inner ones, finding the place where the gold shaft of the bodkin entered, gently gripping the distended surround, gently squeezing the flesh tight, gently trapping the tube of her pee-hole against the rigid gold spindle. Her tongue slid out; he sucked the tip; her breath was shed in little shudders through her nose. She could feel the bead of the instrument, like the head of a little erection, simulating the penetration of her sex but coming inside her pee-hole. The sucking tongue-kiss continued until the servant returned. Then her master made her start drinking the mint-water. He let her swallow at her own pace, provided that she continued drinking. All the while he held her bodkin and gently stimulated its fleshy surround. He recharged her cup using his free hand, for he would not relinquish that special contact.
'Shall my lord let me . . . when it comes needed?' Leah whispered.
'Let you what?'
'Pee,' she murmured, shivering softly.
'Sweet girl, all your wishes shall be granted – in time,' he answered, caressing the drying rivulets of semen, tracing their paths down her breasts and belly. Already she could feel the burden of need slowly swelling. As if in response, Shardlan dipped his fingers into the mint-water and gently stroked its cool wetness round her knob: one hand kept hold of the bodkin, while the other gently turned her to warm her back against the brazier, which caused her nipples to erect, which meant that he could the more readily kiss them. The dried semen turned glutinous, slippery.
'Oh please, master, please . . .,' Leah begged.
'Turn your front to the fire.' Her legs were trembling. Slowly, purposefully, Shardlan spread her sex, the outer lips then the inner, until the radiant warmth of the brazier bathed the sensitive inner pinkness and the gold insert gradually warmed and a new sensation came as this gentle warmth spread up the shaft inside her. And when he twirled the bodkin anew, she desperately wanted to come – against all that sweet warm pressure of pee inside her. 'Let's get your knob up,' he coaxed, though it was already up. One hand fingered her erection and the other twirled her bodkin round and round inside her, until her breathing suddenly snagged and she felt as if she were peeing, each stabbing pulse pushing the pleasure of an orgasm down the tube of her pee-hole. But nothing save a little oil had come out and the master was whispering: 'Good girl, good, sweet dirty little creature. Your little knob is jumping like a strangled cock trying to squirt out semen.' He held the bodkin rigidly still and wiped her oil around her pulsing clitoris, then tugged it as if milking a teat.
Leah tried to hide her face: there were masters watching nearby. Shardlan turned her to face them. 'Just some colleagues here to see you,' he whispered. Suddenly, a tall grey figure of a lady accompanied by a servant broke through the group and marched over to Shardlan.
'My lord – I have been looking for you. Both of you. I take it this is she?' Her cold grey gaze made Leah recoil.
'Leah – may I introduce you to Lady Tellen? Lady Tellen is my sister.' Shardlan smiled wanly.
'Not quite, my friend. Soulmate, perhaps – the rest is idle speculation. But let me look at her. Leah, of the hairless cunt. And now she is affronted. Stand straight, girl. Do I speak too plainly for the sensibilities of a slut bedaubed with spunk? Give me charge of her, Shardlan, this instant – I demand it.'
Bowing, he stepped back. Lady Tellen turned to her servant. 'Get me a male. Be quick. And you' – she turned on Leah – 'bring your flagon.' She led her by the ear into the bushes.
'Now we are alone – girl to girl.' Suddenly her mood had changed: her breathing was stilted, her manner nervous, her eyes glittered. She took the cup and flagon almost gently from Leah's fingers and set them down. She was trembling as she took Leah's hands and kissed her fingers. Then she kissed her on the lips, long and gently. Finally she whispered excitedly: 'Ulline fisted you? She made you come? Shardlan told me. Oh, you beautiful sexual creature. Let me touch you, inside.'
Leah whimpered in fear.
'Shh, I know. You cannot take a fist in there, not now, all bridled up and with all this drinking. Tellen will be gentle. Shh . . .' When Leah began to squirm, the lady sucked her shivering nipples and gently cupped her distended belly. 'These lovely thighs are trembling.' Crouching, she planted gently dabbing kisses over their inner surfaces. 'Did Shardlan make you drink too far? But it makes you that much more deliciously on edge. It makes these lips so soft and hot – so trembling, kissable . . . And this bridled little pee-hole – so delectable – let me tongue its tiny rim.' Leah groaned; the lady's cool tongue gently nuzzled and licked. 'Every part, made so receptive and keen . . . Let me push this hood back a little further, get you out a little more.' She tightened the already tight retractor. Leah's clitoris felt as if it would burst; its buried swollen root throbbed against the rigid shaft of the retractor. And all the while there was that pressure to pee; a pervasive numbness thwarted by licking waves of hypersensitive sexual feeling.
'Oh, but you are beautiful, like this, with your bridled little cunt . . .' She kiss-sucked Leah's knob up to a rigid point then brushed her lips back and forth across it until pleasure pierced Leah and electric pulses stabbed up the tube of her pee-hole and her knob turned numb from the over-pleasuring lip-brushes. Then Lady Tellen stood up and urged her backwards against the base of a young tree. 'Sit. Stretch these lovely legs out – wide.' She filled the cup from the flagon. 'Now drink.'
'Oh, please – no more. I cannot.'
Tellen slapped her breasts. 'Do it!'
Leah's breasts were still shaking. Tellen milked the nipples. 'How soft and stretchable they are becoming now. There, do it for me, sweet beauty – keep drinking.' The empty cup finally slipped from Leah's fingers. She started shivering, moaning. Tellen kept touching her – from nipples to clitoris to pee-hole and back again. Then she thrust three fingers in and smothered Leah's gasps with kisses. 'Oh – so swollen up to bursting, now . . .' The fingers repeatedly trailed warm wetness up Leah's belly to her nipples. Then suddenly Tellen stood up, casting aside her cloak and spreading her split skirt – 'Now, come close, my precious – kiss your mistress, in here, kiss it. Oh yes . . .' She mounted Leah's face, forcing her small, cold, thin-lipped sex into Leah's open mouth – riding it, one hand braced round the narrow tree-trunk, the other reaching back, tugging at Leah's bridle, until Tellen's climax squirted into Leah's mouth, drenching her tongue. Leah, shuddering, felt her own warmth flooding out between her legs, felt an unbearable pleasure that drew down inside her, all the way from her shivering nipples to the overstretched muscles of her inner thighs.
The mistress stood up, breathing heavily, and wiped herself on Leah's hair. Then the servant appeared with a naked male slave bearing a collar round the base of the penis.
'You're too late. Take him away. No, wait.' Leah was slumped naked, wet all down her front and shivering. Tellen removed the saturated bridle and bodkin from between Leah's thighs. She dragged the slave to his knees by his leashed penis. 'Now kiss her. Kiss it. Suck it up to goodness.' While he sucked, she steadily tightened the collar round the base of his erection, then pushed the beaded bodkin as far as it would go down the tube of his penis, triggering swift ejaculation. Then she dragged him off and pushed the semen-coated bodkin back up Leah's pee-hole, all the way up, rotating the smooth bead until the tiny muscle gave way to a pleasure so focused and intense that Leah thrust against the instrument; but Tellen controlled and extended the climax, slapping all the pee-wet places, labia, belly, breasts and clitoris, until Leah fell back, helplessly twitching, against the trunk of the tree.
When she finally looked up, Shardlan was watching. Tellen calmly put her hand up through the split of her skirt then pushed the fingers into Leah's mouth.
'You have made a sound start, my lady: pray continue,' Shardlan murmured. 'Perhaps show her the others.'
Together they took her to see the girls and the statues. The carvings were larger than life-size; their erections seemed larger still. Lady Tellen made Leah kiss one. 'Take it fully in your mouth. Deeper . . . Try to swallow.' She touched between Leah's legs: all the feeling was still there. They decided to recharge the bodkin with agaric and made Leah sit open for it. A girl opposite had been made to climb on to the alabaster phallus of a statue. She stood on tiptoe, mating. The penetration by the oversized phallus had pushed her anus back.
'Hold still, Leah,' Shardlan said as the coated bead was reintroduced inside her. Then the rush of new arousal struck. She wanted to close her legs. 'Stand up.' They helped her, leading her over to the girl. 'Push your fingers up her bottom,' Tellen said. Leah hesitated, her legs shaking, the bead of the bodkin throbbing inside her. Tellen wetted Leah's fingers with spittle. The girl moaned as her tight little rubbery anus opened to Leah's slippery fingers. Leah could feel every detail of the stone phallus inside – the shaft, cap and rim – tightly sheathed in the girl's inner skin. And the girl was coming to climax. 'Help her – touch her lovely knob.' Leah reached round and all the girlish honey was already running down to the base of the phallus. As the girl cried out in pleasure, Tellen's slim cool fingers found the little knurled knob of Leah's bodkin, gently rotating and pushing it till Leah's tongue protruded and her knees buckled and the bead inside her popped the tiny muscle open and she came to climax, squirting pee around the shaft of the bodkin and down the back of the girl's trembling leg.
Leah was led onwards, to witness a girl with eyelets and laces through her labia being laced to a phallus. The girl's master then proceeded to whip her. Shardlan edged Leah forwards. 'Kiss her lacing.' Leah knelt shaking in front of the punished girl. Her tongue was trembling as it placed the first nervous caresses on the soft flesh pushing through the bedded thongs of leather. The lovely clitoris lay trapped between the inner pressure of the phallus and the tight, stretched shelter of the hood. Leah gently sucked it out and the girl's pleasure came wetly, thin honey bubbling through her lacing. Shardlan drew Leah down on to the grass, kissing her honeyed lips; Tellen kissed the moist erection between her legs and gently twirled the slippery bodkin; the girl's owner recommenced her whipping. Then, amid the kissing and the twirling, Shardlan whispered: 'Shall we take you up to the orangery now?'
And so it was that Leah's needs were attended to, in an environment of relative seclusion where a group of interested men had gathered and the scent of beautiful plants mingled with the scent of beautiful girls arrayed on simple flower-strewn narrow daises among trickling fountains.
Two young men approached as Shardlan laid Leah on her dais. 'No bottles,' Tellen warned. Then she relented: 'But go gently – not too far.'
Shardlan stood back, watching and musing. 'Is she not beautiful, Tellen? See how deeply his cock is being throated. Let me touch her breasts . . . You there – gently with that bottle.' Shardlan worked her nipples wetly but tenderly. As he reached to caress her erection, her belly lifted; the young man with his penis in her throat groaned in climax; the bottle between her thighs was expelled. But her labia stayed beautifully open. Shardlan stroked their sensitive edges. Tellen motioned the young men away. Shardlan took Leah's lovely body in his arms, kissed her, tongued her, even through the stranger's semen, gently twirled the bedded instrument into play inside her lovely body and held her for a sweet few minutes, then offered her for privileged usage.
She shivered sexually as the sheaths – velvet, silk, ribbed, and beaded – were spread out in line by her cheek. Shardlan remained stationed by her head, whispering encouragements, as a master must, and kissing her open mouth. Tellen occasionally touched her or aided a penetration or stripped away a sheath and forced an ejaculation. Semen spilled freely into Leah's thirsting mouth. Her lips glistened with it. It hung pungently at the back of her throat. Shardlan tasted it and still he continued to kiss – who would not, when a girl is so aroused? The burning droplets shed on her body he gently massaged into her skin. He gently grasped her open sex and toyed with the head of the little bodkin while Tellen held open Leah's anus so that living semen hotter than her vitals could be squirted up inside her. Masters of various ages took turn without priority.
In time her naked body became covered in semen. Still her master would not let her be – his fingers were perpetually between her legs, gently parting her labia, stimulating her clitoris, toying with her tiny gold insert, exploring those exquisitely sensitive female folds. Why were those pleasure centres cloistered there, if not for the seeking and taking? He said he wanted to cultivate within her the need for this protracted stimulation; he said it made her that much more craving of love and that much more permissive in giving. He said he would play with her through the night: while she slept, he would remain, unsleeping and worshipping her flesh, and when she awoke in the morning he would be worshipping it still.
Leah kissed her master and caressed his neck and ear lobe and kissed his lips again and he lifted her and carried her to bed and, true to his word, he remained unsleeping, touching, taunting, kissing, torturing her exhausted body with pleasure through that night.
On the morning following her sweet ordeal, Leah lay in gently exhausted sleep, stretched out face down in beautiful nude abandon upon Lord Shardlan's bed. Her untrammelled carnality had wooed him. He sat upon the edge of the bed and laid his fingertips very softly on the hollow at the base of her spine. She murmured in her sleep and her face turned to the side. He kissed her lovely eyebrows. Her eyelids opened.
'Does it hurt, still?' he whispered.
Leah nodded, but held her chin up br
avely on the tips of his fingers while he touched the tortured, opened place between her buttock cheeks.
'Does it sting?'
'Yes,' she murmured. 'Ohh!'
'There are some tiny lesions. My friends were too harsh here.' The muscle of her anus was hot and swollen, and, though her bit and bridle had been removed, her sex was raw: most of that was his doing. He took her lovely used, naked body in his arms and lay alongside her, just to feel that smooth perfect belly against him. He kissed her and found her lips so softly delicious, carrying all the nervous weight of girlish fear of what he might next want to do. Yet her arms, already complicitous, were around his neck, though her anxious fingertips barely touched his skin. It was these contradictory sexual signals that made these girls so very special. The kiss was scarcely complete before the servant entered the bedroom. 'My lord, Lirann is outside.'
'What does she want?'
'The male slave, Ean, cannot be found. It seems he has escaped and –'
'That is of scant concern.'
But Leah sat up looking fretful and tense.
Then Lirann strode defiantly into the room. 'My lord – Merek is back to claim his girl.'
17
A Reunion
'Merek is at the wharf. He is asking for her,' Lirann announced bluntly, staring coldly and smugly at Leah on the bed, as if to say: 'Yes, your master is back now, girl, and he will surely vent his wrath upon your profligate hide.' But what she said was: 'I can take her to him, my lord.'
'No – keep her safe here for the present.' Lord Shardlan had paled.
